1 Part 2 – A Discovery
The stars were born, turned and burned themselves out, and Aziraphale and Calaei kept meeting and then wandering off. Identities became accepted, and eventually they became friends, almost in spite of themselves. Those meetings just *reeked* of Ineffability. As did the joint projects they were given. Pairing a Principality with an ordinary angel was distinctly unusual, but what was commanded would happen. And did.
Star-cycles came and went and something greater than friendship, than partnership, was born. It still didn't have a name, but it was there nevertheless.
Another morning, much like the one they had met, Calaei came upon his friend standing at the edge of the Silver City looking down* at the stars. Calaei paused a moment to appreciate the sight of the angel, wings swept around him shrouding him from neck to toes, his eyes distant and thoughtful, and his shoulder-brushing hair untouched, like the feathers of his wings, by the cosmic wind that should have buffeted them.
"Calaei." Aziraphale said, without turning**. "What's wrong?"
"Lucifer had another of his argu…discussions." The younger angel replied, and if he had tear ducts he would have been crying.
Aziraphale didn't have to ask who Lucifer had been 'discussing' with. Instead he simply reached out and folded arms and wings around his something-more-than-friend. Resting his chin on the shorter angel's shoulder, his eyes remained distant, no longer contemplating the stars but their Creator. Why was He letting this happen? Couldn't he see that it was tearing His angels…his Calaei…apart?
Eventually Calaei's hands came up, pushed gently against his friend's chest. Aziraphale let him go, and looked concernedly down at him.
"I'm OK. Really." Calaei said, a tad defensively.
"I know."
And then somehow their arms were wrapped around each other again, and something new, lips touched lips and mouths parted and they were creating something of their own. After a few seconds they drew back and looked at each other in bewilderment, then returned to this discovery of theirs.
Much, much later, after the Fall and the Forgetting, Adam would greet his Eve and brush his mouth over hers, and name it a kiss, but long before, when two angels comforted each other, that was the first kiss.
* or up, if you prefer
** this would of course have been a much more impressive trick without the hive mind, but you can't have everything…
The stars were born, turned and burned themselves out, and Aziraphale and Calaei kept meeting and then wandering off. Identities became accepted, and eventually they became friends, almost in spite of themselves. Those meetings just *reeked* of Ineffability. As did the joint projects they were given. Pairing a Principality with an ordinary angel was distinctly unusual, but what was commanded would happen. And did.
Star-cycles came and went and something greater than friendship, than partnership, was born. It still didn't have a name, but it was there nevertheless.
Another morning, much like the one they had met, Calaei came upon his friend standing at the edge of the Silver City looking down* at the stars. Calaei paused a moment to appreciate the sight of the angel, wings swept around him shrouding him from neck to toes, his eyes distant and thoughtful, and his shoulder-brushing hair untouched, like the feathers of his wings, by the cosmic wind that should have buffeted them.
"Calaei." Aziraphale said, without turning**. "What's wrong?"
"Lucifer had another of his argu…discussions." The younger angel replied, and if he had tear ducts he would have been crying.
Aziraphale didn't have to ask who Lucifer had been 'discussing' with. Instead he simply reached out and folded arms and wings around his something-more-than-friend. Resting his chin on the shorter angel's shoulder, his eyes remained distant, no longer contemplating the stars but their Creator. Why was He letting this happen? Couldn't he see that it was tearing His angels…his Calaei…apart?
Eventually Calaei's hands came up, pushed gently against his friend's chest. Aziraphale let him go, and looked concernedly down at him.
"I'm OK. Really." Calaei said, a tad defensively.
"I know."
And then somehow their arms were wrapped around each other again, and something new, lips touched lips and mouths parted and they were creating something of their own. After a few seconds they drew back and looked at each other in bewilderment, then returned to this discovery of theirs.
Much, much later, after the Fall and the Forgetting, Adam would greet his Eve and brush his mouth over hers, and name it a kiss, but long before, when two angels comforted each other, that was the first kiss.
* or up, if you prefer
** this would of course have been a much more impressive trick without the hive mind, but you can't have everything…